I've lived a few blocks from Wrigley Field in Chicago for just about 2 decades now. It's a lovely neighbor that gets overrun by drunken Cubs fans once-in-awhile. The drunken, rude, oft-time dangerous visitors to the area and the weird, baffling vendors prompted me to make this site.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

A strike holds up construction on that 18 room hotel. Old School inflatable rat adds gravitas to their relatively lackluster strike line.

Hey, what's going on at that Indian Restaurant? Looks like quite the brouhaha.

To the delight and confusion of many, somehow this car was hit by another and ended up perpendicular to the store. Both cars were fine, but the restaurant lost a glass panel and a table.

I wish I belonged to a club called "Upscale Sundays." But, as this handwritten sign was posted on the door of La Cantina, maybe "Upscale" is like when you a fat guy "Tiny."

I took pictures of crowds, spilled booze, vomit, crying couples and more, but I think this one sums up a Cubs/Sox game more than any other image; an ambulance in front of John Barleycorn. Yep. That sums it up quite nicely.